i don't recall
ever thinking much of
brown eyes.
after all,
the eyes i see from
are blue.
but one day
as you drove me home
i watched your eyes
in the rear view mirror.
blinking
watching
staring.
i saw it all
in shades of brown.
beautiful, beautiful brown.
after that day,
it's safe to say
that i think about brown eyes
all the time.
p.s. i also saw one brown eye wink in my direction and i'm still blushing.
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poems i never meant to write
Poetrya collection of confusing, delicate, and inconsistent poetry. short or long, each poem comes from the heart.
